And There He Was
by Meghan Boehners
Copyright © 2012 by Meghan Boehners
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And There He Was
Kate surveyed the bar, looking for a guy who fit her type. She was tired, lonely, and looking for someone who could party and give her a nice orgasm. Maybe even buy her a drink. Her standards were pretty low these days. Being out of a relationship for six months had made her a little less picky. Her battery-operated boyfriend, Bob, wasn't cutting it anymore.
But maybe that young, clean-cut Yuppie at the end of the bar would do it. His suit was expensive – Brooks Brothers, maybe? – and he wore a nice Rolex. Money didn't matter to her. She made enough as a software developer to meet her needs. Clean, though, mattered. His teeth were white and straight, hair cut short in a fashionable style, and his hands had that soft look, with manicured fingernails, the kind of hands that never knew manual labor.
In other words, he was a spoiled Madison Avenue frat boy who was in the bar looking for a lonely woman just like her to take home and fuck.
“Excuse me, Miss?” The voice startled her, and for a second she thought that somehow, telepathically, the Yuppie was talking to her from across the crowded room. Instinctively, she turned, only to find herself staring into a face she hadn't seen in fifteen years, since high school.
She squealed. “Oh, my GOD! David! How the hell are you?” He reached his arms for her and she jumped into his, surprised and thrilled to find herself in an embrace with her high school sweetheart.
“So I take it this seat isn't taken?” he joked, running a hand through his unruly waves. Unlike the Yuppie, David's hair was decidedly messy, and his hands, she noticed, were stained with paint. Those yes, though, we so bright and inviting, like warm pools of chocolate syrup.
She looked him over, with no shame, and declared, “Damn, you have filled out nicely!” And he had. The wiry eighteen year old she broke up with as she went away to an Ivy League school for college had become all man, with hands that looked rough and muscular, arms with sinew and tone.
He grinned and eyed her body. “That goes the same for you, too Kate.” She worked out regularly and suddenly appreciated the post-being-dumped diet she'd been on for the pat six months. Losing 30 pounds and eating nothing but salads, coffee, Xanax and smoking a half a pack a day had now, she saw, been preparation for this moment.
“What are you doing in D.C.? This isn't Lawton, Oklahoma, you know,” she laughed. The cool sophistication of the bar, her clothes, the Yuppies now eying her with appreciation hit her, the incongruity of David in this place a bit much. Funny how Mr. Yuppie suddenly considered her when another man was with her. Typical.
“I left Oklahoma a long time ago, Missy,” he drawled, pulling on the accent of their youth. “I've only just returned to the States.”
“Where were you?”
“Paris for a few years. Then Prague. And then Iraq.” He said the last location with a flat tone that made her realize he had not been there on a pleasure trip.
“You served a tour?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yep.”
She reached toward him and rested a hand on his strong forearm. “Thank you,” she whispered. He seemed startled by the gesture and began to say something, then sighed, relaxing.
“So what did you do in Paris and Prague?” she asked, trying to shift the subject to lighter things.
“I'm a painter.”
“What do you paint?”
“Nudes.” He said it so matter-of-factly that she burst out laughing.
“Of course you do.” He tilted his head and smiled, a slow, sensual look that made her feel sized up, like he was imagining her nude body in his mind. Now she felt herself getting wet, her clit on alert and her body tingling with anticipation.
“You live in D.C., right?” he asked.
“Just up the street.” She thumbed her fist in that direction, her chest suddenly hot and prickly, flushed with a tantalizing realization that David could – not, would – be her man tonight. How perfect. They hadn't made love since that summer after high school. He'd been a fumbling teenager, so inexperienced that she now wanted to chuckle at their naivete.
She'd learned so much in fifteen years.
“I'd love to tell you more about what I've learned these fifteen years,” David said, as if reading her thoughts. He caressed her shoulder and she melted, desire pooling in her belly.
“Wait – how did you find me?” she asked.
“Your mom gave me your address. I stopped by but you weren't home. So I thought I'd come here and get a drink.” A flash of that famous grin made her lean in and kiss him, the impulse so great and unexpected that he gasped as she pressed her lips against his, then both sank into the kiss, her hands clasped behind his neck, his hands weaving through her hair.
Tongues intertwined and searching, they tried to read one another in a simple kiss. She pulled back, gasping, and said, “My place?”
He just nodded, throwing some cash on the bar, then stood and push his hand on the base of her back, guiding her out the door. As they left, she caught eyes with Mr. Yuppie, who winked at her and shrugged, as if communicating that she'd lost out on a chance with him. She glanced at David pointedly, back at Mr, Yuppie, and then raised one eyebrow and rolled her eyes.
Yeah. Right. Like you had a chance once David walked in, Frat Boy.
The night was one of those cool, crisp autumn evenings that made living in Georgetown so perfect. As they walked past restaurants and bars and shoppes, David put his arm around her shoulders and they strolled, not rushing, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Kate's heart swelled with happiness. This was exactly what she needed.
“Is this your apartment?” he asked as they walked down the hallway and stopped in front of her door.
“Ye--” Before she would finish the simple word he was on her, mouth exploring and hands hungry for her skin. She fumbled the key and then slid it in the lock, his hot breath on her ear.
“I've missed you so much, Kate. So much,” he murmured. She opened the door and they threw themselves in, David kicking the door shut and shuttling her to her couch.
The feel of his body on hers, the faint odor of his old aftershave, the fully-muscled man he'd become, and the hot pressure of his erection took her backwards and forwards in time, all at once. Here was David, her first love, the man she'd given her virginity to, now ready for a night of passion in her tiny grown-up apartment, now gone for fifteen years and back in her life, a one-night stand she wouldn't regret.
She began to giggle, a memory flooding her from their senior year, and the idea hit her.
It was time to fulfill an ancient promise.
She pushed him off her and made him change places with her on the couch, her legs now straddling his pelvis, a warm, excited grin spread across his grown features. All of the features that had seemed a bit unformed when he was younger had filled out into a strong, vibrant man who, if his eyes were to be believed, knew exactly what he wanted, and exactly how to handle a woman right now.
But first, it was time for Kate to handle him.
“Do you remember a promise I made fifteen years ago?” she said lazily, sliding out of her shirt, almost strip-teasing. He shifted his pe
lvis, clearly aroused, and her hot pussy felt him pressing against her, making her hips want to thrust against it, wanting the friction of the dry hump as instinctively as she had in high school.
“A promise...” His eyes went from smoky to confused and then – ah! Dawning recognition. “Why, yes. I do remember that promise.” He nodded and smirked, amusement twinkling in his eyes, his hands now gently exploring her exposed breasts, still cradled in her black lace bra. His hands were as calloused as she thought, the skin so gentle and rough at the same time that it was maddening, her nipples peaking and hardening with the flood of passion that he teased from her.
“As I recall, I never fulfilled that, did I?” she said, sliding down his legs and unbuckling his belt, then undoing the buttons on his jeans. She laughed. “You still wear these button fly Levis?”
He grinned and folded his arms behind his neck, settling in for what he new was about to happen. “Yep. Some things never change.”
As she freed his rock-hard cock from his pants she inhaled sharply.
Yes, indeed. Some things never change. He was still nearly as thick as a coke can – no, maybe more like a can of Red Bull – and a solid nine inches.
What had scared her in high school so much that she wouldn't give him a blow job now excited her. He'd asked for one many, many years ago and she'd refused, too terrified of hurting him, or her, or of gagging to be willing to meet his request.
Now? Oh, yes – now she was going to give him the blow job of his life.
She reached for the base and wrapped her hand around it, the skin so soft and eager, swelling even under her hand. With one hand there, she leaned in and took the other, sliding it under his ass, and made sure one finger was right on the taint, pressing gently but firmly. Her mouth open now, she licked her lips, liberally adding saliva so the first touch would be perfect, not too dry or disturbing. No blow job should start out with anything but a nice, warm enveloping wrap of skin to please him.
“Oh, God, Kate,” he sighed as her lips covered the tip of his huge dick, her tongue flattening as the shaft entered her mouth, putting as much of him in her soaking cave as possible. Expertly, she slid her tongue up, tightening it and making the tip hard as she flicked the base of his cap, treating it like a man treats a clit when going down on a woman.
The hand that held the base moved up, stroking hm, as she slowly lifted her head and mouth up, elongating the feel of the roof of her mouth, her wet lips and her tongue, not really sucking but milking him.
“Your mouth is wet velvet,” he murmured, his hand now roaming over her scalp, brushing and seeking, but not pushing down on her head. She stretched this out, knowing that letting him come too soon would take away pleasure. If she wanted to, her mastery of this act would allow her to make him come in under a minute. She was, however, more skilled than that, and wanted to show him a much better time.
Pulling back, she let the cool air hit his tip, pressing one finger higher up his taint, lightly playing with the skin at the edge of his anus. He sucked in air, hard, then groaned, signaling to Kate that this was one area he enjoyed. She blew air on the tip of the penis while using her gripping hand to move all the way up the shaft, which was now hot and slick from her mouth. Her palm slid up the shaft to the mushroom cap, then down to his balls, a slow, sensual journey that, along with the flittering, butterfly touch on his anus, soon had him clenching his abs and legs.
She wouldn't let him get off that easy. Now came the fun part. One look at his face told her everything she needed to know. He was completely absorbed in what she was doing, his eyes closed and face unfocused, keening and in need of release yet enjoying every second of her touch, her mouth. Time for more wet warmth; she put his entire cock in her mouth again, slid up twice with two enormous strokes, then broke free again, her tongue licking a trail to his balls, where she sucked one entirely into her mouth.
His ass clenched, pushing her finger away, and he shouted, “Oh, fuck me with your mouth!”
So she did. Leaving his balls wet with her juices, she focused entirely on his tip and shaft now. “Ah, Kate, let me come! Please, please, let me come,” he begged. Music to her ears. Now she pumped his cock, hard and tight-fisted, from the shaft up to where her lips covered the tip, her tongue pressing into the underside of his tip, sucking hard from the base of her tongue, pressing his tip into her palate.
His hips began to buck and his cock swelled suddenly. “I'm going to – ” he said through gritted teeth, his dick suddenly lunging into the back of her throat, his hands pressing her head into his groin, as sweet, acrid cum filled her mouth, Kate careful to keep her mouth closed so none would drip out. He shivered and shook and contracted and contorted until, finally, she pulled her mouth away and gently pumped his shaft, careful to keep her hand away from the took-sensitive tip, David shaking and twitching with little aftershocks of orgasm.
She straddled his thighs and made eye contact, her mouth full of him.
And then she swallowed.
His eyes bulged with shock. “Did you just...?”
“Yes. It was that, or kiss you and...” She laughed, pleased with herself. She'd learned a lot in fifteen years!
He reached for her, pulling her down to his chest, caressing her breast. “We'll have to try that one next. But about you, my dear – I've learned a lot in fifteen years, too,” he said. Now he pulled her to him and kissed her, his tongue going right where his fluid had just been sending her heart racing and her pussy on fire. As if reading her mind he gently pushed her off him, stood, and took her hand.
“Where is your bedroom?” he asked. She pointed to a door and he led her through it, finding her king, four-poster bed as she'd left it that morning, the sheets disheveled. He gently pressed into her, a deeper kiss with hands roaming everywhere, and soon he had undressed her, his final touch the unhooking of her bra without any visual guidance.
“No fumbling now,” she teased. Expert hands slid over her naked ribs, cupping her breasts with a studied touch.
“I have,” he whispered, kissing her between words, “an entire undergraduate degree in bra unhooking.” Her full-throated laughter spurred him, and soon she found herself on the bed, on her back, with David reaching for a pillow.
“What are you – ?” she asked as he slid the pillow under her hips. Then oh, God, his warm mouth settled right on her clit, the briefest of touch so profound she nearly came in his mouth, on the spot.
“Oh, David,” she moaned, as his hands slid under her ass, splayed and reaching for every square inch. Using his forearms, he hiked her up a few inches, one hand sliding out, a finger slipping in her aching hole and hooking up just enough to reach her G-spot.
This was too much. She was used to guys who couldn't find her clit with a GPS and a giant red target. Who was this man? David had been game for oral sex when they were younger, but it had been more like a snipe hunt than anything pleasure. This? This was like being made love to by a velvet mouth.
Her body flushed red and hot, the power center of nerves now all focused on her clit as he worked it, his tongue flicking lightly up and down, finger sliding slowly in and out of her. Her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably, one of the first signs of a massive orgasm. Her hands found their way to his hair, luxuriating in the thick waves, sliding and guiding him to find the just-right rhythm that would –
“Ah, ah!” she groaned, thrusting her hips with nano movements to match his tongue, which now licked up and down, right on her hot, red nub, then he lapped her, his tongue widening, alternating between a move diffuse feeling and the targeted, pointed tongue that made her entire body zing. The two sensations took her over, over, over the top as a huge, muscular wave tightened every part of her, her pussy walls encasing and imprisoning his finger, her hands now urgently shoving his face into her, his tongue dancing to meet her movements as she convulsed with passion.
“David, oh, oh, more! There! Right there,” she screamed, hands now clenching the sheets and ripping them off the bed, bod
y flailing as she screamed over and over/ “I'm coming! I'm, oh, God, never before!” She wanted this to go on forever, had never felt so much so fast, had never been played like an instrument, her clit the fret, his tongue like fingers playing a riff. She was being tongue fucked by her high school sweetheart and everything was right with the world right now. Shoving her groin into him, he followed, tongue pushing and withdrawing, now licking and laving as the orgasm subsided into smaller clenches, her sighs uncontrollable, little breathless sounds that made her pant.
He looked up and grinned, then climbed up her body. One hot kiss full of her taste turned her on again, her clit and pussy clenching so hard she has a spontaneous orgasm simply from the kiss, hips grinding into his as he pined her down, her musk filling her mouth, her nose, the scent so arousing that here she was, coming without touch.
His hand slid down to her mons, then one finger flitted down, touching her clit, making her scream with a wet orgasm again. She grabbed his hand. “No! It's too much.” He nodded and grinned, then propped himself up on one arm, staring deeply at her.
“Kate,” he said, his voice a smooth baritone, “you sure have grown up real nice.” He used the old Oklahoma drawl and she laughed, taken back fifteen years. What was she thinking back then, dumping him before she ran off to college?
He reached for her, finding her soaked, and went serious. “I want you, Kate. I want to be in you.” She thought she was spent, but a completely new wave of arousal hit her out of nowhere. She wanted to straddle him, to ride him, to feel him on top of her, to be on top of him, to have him take her from behind.
To do it all.
She stood and pushed him down on the bed, then climbed on him. Aiming him carefully, she plunged herself directly on his recovered penis. He hard and thick, and she groaned as she inserted him.
“Oh, God, David, this is exactly what I need,” she moaned. The feeling was incredible, a fulfillment that was physical sexual, emotional and psychological, all at once. As if he were literally filling a hole inside her that was fused into every part of who she was.
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